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Mixed Signal Transmission

by Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice + Mnolo

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autobiographic eulogy fluently translated another world, another language nowadays the tango whiskeyman text is much too complex for the timid to tame it so why let the nameless name it and claim it for all times? all kinds of foulness is found in that logic sounds like a spare time project suckers can use to feel less like an object crawling lessons, walking comes next gradually the concepts get less complex or stay complicated until they've been situated and applied properly within the right context divine design originated from the mind of some self made Dr. Manhattan style blind resident hesitant to achieve resolution a disappearing act just may be the solution like give me your hands, give me your minds this station is non-operational give me your hands, give me your minds this station is non-operational flame contact from the knife-edge chop the tip top position that will spark the mission link communication gaps among the rejects payphone quarters are my nervous reflex to stationary phonebooth action headline news that never knows a form of retraction full steam ahead, pull all the stops rock headgear for when the other shoe drops safety first then teamwork is the plan painting doors black with the red right hand funny how it works obviously novices with get up and go get to be the experts furthermore the former fortified a network full of yes-men itching to make their necks hurt Norma Desmond in tact with Waxworks automatically systematic fat perks like give me your hands, give me your minds this station is non-operational give me your hands, give me your minds this station is non-operational cold blue steel and sweet fire attended the judgement of the moon and the stars even took separate cars a simple destination reached in dead heat white knuckle freaks to the red meat and everything in-between getting rid of every blade of grass that's green just to make it one sided mister square dealer life as an imitator of a faith healer Rick James martyr who got a new deal with no time to barter so much water passed under the bridge that Mustang Sally has a reason to live on her one track mind it's kind of ironic that those tracks aren't sonic yet they leave an indelible mark all the same especially the hits it gets hectic for deadbeats injected with live electric so be looking good, best foot first or any other cliche that fits within the verse ready for a bubble burst, a pushed button or a simplification that's not a big nothing these mandibles need tangible options something with feeling something appealing to the hero Tie Fighter winged pegasus the specialist effortless Legolas test dream interpretation freelance practicing whenever there's a chance playing Guildenstern everyday to the rap Rosencrantz watching time pass 'til it's time to advance from the docks head chock full of memories kinetic majestic vivid imagery for the minds iris to exclusively see and know how it feels to let forever be give me your hands, give me your minds this station is non-operational give me your hands, give me your minds this station is non-operational
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check my Grand Arcanum arrangement sacrificing everybody at the engagement live ingredients provide immediate results the beast needs us for feeding it how did it become so codependent? stepping away seems the logical way to end it highly recommended movement simple maneuver for vast improvement one that should have been considered in the first place before the scenario became worst case passive resistance in this instance is far beyond driven suckers that are living in slow motion will be left behind out of sight out of mind like i'm blind to actual events false pretense is my safety net my one defense now you know somebody found me in the darkness on the edge of town standing on the verge of getting down maybe i was figuring its' system out plan my escape route, no doubt check out my execution in high resolution audio-visual pollution wallow on the mire until i retire extinguished since my heart's on fire left with the smoke and ash the broken glass i sift through with a passing glance no hands, and no plans for the moment stoic with a hope to remain unnoticed Ellison edition of Invisible Man astral project as fast as you can for the sake of survival defense mechanism warning salvo for those who don't listen now you know lights out suckers, take your bad medicine your reality needs editing you cannot make a moment an epic legends aren't self-appointed they're selected life is more than a Facebook status one element of this mixed up madness pawn like apparatus small movements masked cleverly lead to vast improvements feeling removed from the masses interaction with the leagues of classless aggressively passive attackers one could imagine most folks acting as if it can't happen well, the fronting's got me mad enough to touch something then it's just me and it's that sudden snapshot freezeframe instantaneous inglorious yet miscellaneous now you know
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Latchkey Kid 03:01
pages so fresh i can't stand it emanate candid thoughts among madness out like a rough cut bandit suddenly abandoned working on a ballad dedicated to a tangent reality my standard practice hoping your atlas has a Z-axis for a better understanding making things valid rearrange frames like working with an Avid inside and outside finally match and they're already searching for a way to detach this is the confession of a latchkey kid broad daylight is where i keep it all hid formerly forbidden, currently foreboding so keep telling me what i'm already knowing preaching to the choir fire versus fire eyes wide shut as the moment expired king of the beautiful breakdown bulletproof soul nothing can take down king of the beautiful breakdown bulletproof soul nothing can take down reprise the role of ready able and keep all expansion under control for the sake of those who can't take exposition they can come together and form a coalition of the unwilling an ironic proposition in a position to be your own opposition self-appointed suicide mission enhancements waiting for a spot amongst the stars and planets cosmic anomaly overlooked commonly caught in the semantics of possibly versus probably hope and actuality, fate and fatality face to face with the facts of your reality passionately pass by, past passenger this imprint circumvents the diameter owner of the gamut most label spectacular traded out my soul with a Flux Capacitor king of the beautiful breakdown bulletproof soul nothing can take down king of the beautiful breakdown bulletproof soul nothing can take down if my life is labelled grand illusion the every man's is mass confusion the powers that be use mass intrusion for their brand new retro final solution throwback attack dressed up all different magnificent malice towards innocents unleashed broken chains again rebirth style growing pains again yet you can play the replay all zen poker face on and going all in that's what you call a bi-win for real tiger blood pumps through my heart of steel can't chill, even with calm demeanor still ask sometimes "is this what Deaner was talking about?" cause i'm all washed out editorial currently crossed out king of the beautiful breakdown bulletproof soul nothing can take down king of the beautiful breakdown bulletproof soul nothing can take down
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here is how one comes to grips with vices recalibrated definition of crisIs someone postdated the reality check funny money won't make the ends connect even if i paid the taxman respect in an overabundance he would still collect that's one certainty certainly it doesn't happen haphazardly or inadvertently more like a clockwork russian roulette still code red panic in effect protect your neck for pete's sake survival instinct in sync act then think black-ops codename : Automatic Slim slim like your chances in all circumstances take this for example i will use your death rattle as an amplified sample when animus attacks (yo you know where i'll be) when animus attacks, when animus attacks quite often i mistake rap for combat contact, or something far beyond that Jeet Kune Do still apply water technique to the flow more than you know it sleeper cell weapon in the form of a poet full metal jacket came fully loaded loaded to the gills run for the hills visions of the aftermath give me the chills like "why have i been forsaken?" acting as if these actions were sanctioned in any way, shape or form storms without calm damaging your whole structure, no qualms i regret nothing when animus attacks i am objective and can't control that so i am but a ghost in the shell one more face at the bottom of a poison well when animus attacks (yo you know where i'll be) when animus attacks, when animus attacks [ guest verse by SymmaTree ]
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conspirative collaborators that how i classify the beats and rhymes that i create from time to time minimal gaps in-between each composition to keep competition off-balance frustrate, exacerbate like Mos they come but won't come close to making the cut and somehow i managed to up production with the chopping block damaged spitting in the wind for distance laughing at the past with the least resistance defiantly no proprietary complexes in this nexus of ours where we find common ground everything shifts when i come around volatile element in the compound full metal alchemy is how i get down since i am the vessel that has encased sound Chief's got a bionic pneumonic device verbalized warning so suckers think twice at least about stepping proximity awareness is preparedness when lacking weapons ironically, even proper artillery is pointless when that hand lacks ability volunteer casualties showing up willingly poison pen put to work once again kill 'em all, Chief isn't the creator some poor bastard'll sort 'em out later passion and rational though will clash often there is no ratio to soften the blow wearing battle scars for show without benefits lost like innocence who will remember this when we live life like "never forget?" sleeper cells lacking any sign of regret ordered these supplies all in ocean size for some Clockwork Orange style opening of eyes fitting, kind of like a glove that's acquitting consciously decided to stand amongst the sitting fear is a tool for making the fools fall in line like molecules and enzymes chemical designs, madman hands viciously maliciously meticulous plans best laid mice and men both swayed no definition in this vague charade cloud of unknowing sowing the grassroots keep on growing past the absolutes life is a transitive math a path with lack of regressions make the selections wisely immortalize the likely never get lost analyzing the psyche
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speaking of angles and angels and all of what's tangled within the elaborate stranglehold told ya'll before anything happened dissect patterns like they all had captions tried to walk a square path but there wasn't any room upon their path they keep saying never was i playing that could possibly be the problem suckers keep on fabricating friction born of making fact from fiction volatile elements in bad positions pain changes from concept to actual when friendly fire turns all your dreams to shrapnel wounded beyond recognition left with nothing but a list of difficult decisions making momentum from madness a catalyst, analyst, bending the law of averages like we're crooks and savages with reckless abandon lost children who need reprimanding these are not random events this planning was years in the making with new expansion at a constant rate an altered beast to say the least without fear of permanent damages bullet time management practitioner with a perfect example to administer be my head while i'm living in the red falsify the way as we lead the misled lost in thought describes the current situation why am i responsible for any navigation when i was the one who burnt the map? a slap in the face to the notion of a planned destination that would describe the reality that i'm facing comrades willing to cut you out of the equation great minds and so on that interpretation would make Chief guilty by word association conversation starter, accidental martyr pulled off track and forced to push harder to get back beneath the click-clack when i struck with a primary counter attack pinpoint precision all right and exactly in the spot that it's needed as we proceed sweat through the peace and surely you will bleed when the war is on so Chief remains calm what if the storm takes on another form? metapmorphose i suppose becomes the norm transient being look into another pair of eyes and you haven't classified what you're seeing dark scanner when the cop and criminal are all hosted within one individual
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locked in a thought like sense deprivation logic opts for permanent vacation quo vadimus and no definite answer malaise sways in like cancer an x-factor an unknown elemental now you play the role of stranger in your residential sleep walk for survival well rested and suprised at the moment of arrival dark passenger came along though and he's got a hold on Chief on some Jay Strongbow never letting go tighten the vice hardwire splicing his line into mine piece by piece realignment process god bless the child who can do it on his own you are not alone in fact take solace in that which you cannot see is intact judge and the jury give my opinion and then prepare to unleash the fury on a bystander slash casual observer my love for you is ticking clock, berzerker put it on the backburner for a term this is denial of ability to confirm any supposition my position is neutral ends versus middle is a tool so useful for this occasion my mind defines my insane creation with no hesitation go go gadget contraption getting my thing in action that's what's happening, maaaaaaaaan the doomsday alchemist hands in aggregate creates a catalyst conscious decision, maximum access more optimistic than Sounds Of Blackness [ guest verse by Click-Clack ] [ guest verse by Anthony Maintain ]
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Blank Gaze 02:58
global repositioning device the nice man with V.I.P. entry permanent eye-scan double decker bus style stepping the game up diamonds in the rough that are not the same cut met on the level, departed on the square takers and leavers all non-believers at heart torn apart, so bleak because a funky attitude could add to the mystique best not cast eyes upon the blank gaze of the moonman caught up in an uncommon phase barstool scholar horse collar tackling topics making mountains out of microscopics bring the solar-powered heart attack machine place near bucket while it's doing its' thing everybody kick it yeah that's the ticket counter-culture rejects protest and picket pick up some liquid at the Citgo plus $5 gas and poems by Rimbaud talk to anybody with arms akimbo whether standing on the edge or sitting in limbo one is well versed in preaching to choirs one communicates with the telephone wires two of a kind, leaving behind trails of sunflower seeds and watermelon rinds obviously clues that a meeting of the minds took place clues that were left in case nobody kept record minds get blown indirectly like Still Life With Woodpecker dynamite chest, gorilla skin vest the beast from the east and the best from the west can't hack it rocking japanese joke jackets this fall three sleeves no holes at all mall mentality rotate randomly and rapidly trendy little angelic war of the sharp dressed devils of the mind more than one kind of advance circumstantial navigational tools for fools who cast out rules and instructions skip the brief introduction inner meet the maker, creator the doomsday device devastation detonator holding after parties at the crater 24 hours at a time until the stars align disperse at whatever comes first keeping it terse, no need for outburst research proves that worse things have happened the young and the dumb can still be the captain of the ship all it takes is simple motivation misdirection can affect the situation coming up next, elimination round bound by the limits of the lost and found ex-contestants don't come around here anymore and it's likely there won't be many more so game over, hit the reset button go to options and eliminate fronting epiphany time to save the day one must learn to strike hard and then fade away
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known as 82nd Intangible Asset infinite potential from cradle to casket Black Lips, Black Frames and Black Kids on heavy rotation full dedication meditation through a new application new attitude for the new education pop quiz what it is young rapper? time for you to know what comes after laughter drown in the tears for fears realized reemerge just like you've been baptized any non-native should protect your eyes digital feeds will have you hypnotized otherwise land of confusing lies and opposing views and ways to monetize it all standards and practices bounced checks and imbalances holy ghost shivers, it's a cold winter so wound up i could shatter into splinters hazardous materials scattered all around heavy footsteps on shaky ground hate me now finally i stopped caring healing instrument now beyond repairing pieces of a dream torn up at the seams sharp teeth are not enough, it seems to defend existence or put up resistance keep it like a secret or bear witness what's the real difference between an event and a tendency is it just frequency? self made prophecy? momentum for monotony? a rabid creature of habit absent minded with the rapid harassment looking at a moment from both sides, now can allow me to analyze where most fantasize in fact, canonize that label me a diplomat for the abstract and mundane alike unified theories spokes in the wheel feel it all severely hear me out only then can you truly let the right one in ballad of a thin man can't get it in man outsider call him sufferhead for hire all we need is fire for the opposite end and then we began to become more than men lesser than legends and gods staying at odds with the pod people locked to iPods occupy that space that lies in-between sort of like distance is everything

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released April 12, 2012

written by Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice
featuring SymmaTree, Click-Clack and Anthony Maintain
produced by Mnolo

chiefandthedoomsdaydevice.com | @chief78666
mnolo.com | escobarmedia.com | collagerecords.com

artwork by Esrever-Ni-Tra
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Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice Austin, Texas

Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice
:: mc : dj : producer : artist ::

A wordsmith with the heart of a poet and the head of a broadcast journalist. A DJ who is not afraid to venture outside of the norm. A producer with a different vocabulary of influences, and no fear whatsoever about embracing them. An artist searching for the link between the palette and the pixel. ... more

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